Gun Cleaning Pads

A weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets, shells, or other missiles are propelled by explosive force, typically making a characteristic loud, sharp noise

A device for discharging something (e.g., insecticide, grease, or electrons) in a required direction

a weapon that discharges a missile at high velocity (especially from a metal tube or barrel)

gun cleaning pads - 1911 Handgun

1911 Handgun Pistol Gun Cleaning Mat

The perfect cleaning and repair mat for your 1911. Have fun and learn while you work on your favorite handgun. The soft top protects your gun from scratches while the neoprene rubber backing protects your work surface from chemicals while keeping everything in place.

This isn't your ordinary gun cleaning mat! Show your pride for your firearm while using this high quality neoprene rubber backed and cloth top gun cleaning mat to protect your gun bench, desk, kitchen table, or whatever surface you usually clean or maintain your gun on. You likely keep your gun in a soft padded case or maybe a gun cabinet with a felt lined rack or something similar to protect it so why would you scratch your gun while cleaning or repairing it by setting it on a hard surface that could easily scratch your firearm?

PROTECT YOUR GUN AND WORK AREA

The soft polyester top will ensure your gun doesn't get scratched while the neoprene rubber backing on the mat will keep everything in place and prevent your work surface from sliding around. This mat will also keep harmful chemicals, oil and dirt from penetrating down to your desk, bench or the area where you normally clean and work on your firearms. After the mat begins to accumulate too much dirt, chemicals, or oil just throw it in the wash on a gentle cycle, allow to air dry and it will be virtually like new.

ENTERTAINING AND EDUCATIONAL

With the exploded view drawings and accompanying parts list, making repairs, disassembling your firearm, or basic cleaning can be done much faster and with greater enjoyment. Guns are extremely fascinating and the drawings and data that is printed on each mat will keep you entertained while educating you on how your firearm operates.

DIMENSION

This gun cleaning and parts mat measures 11 inches by 17 inches and is 1/8 of an inch thick.

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gun cleaning pads

Motor Guard Corp Foam Polishing Pad Cleaning Tool is designed to provide easy cleaning facility. The procedure works easy by just passing the pad pro across the spinning pad while the flexible rotating paddle blasts away, wet, loaded or dried also caked leaving the pad clean and ready. This tool cleans while the pad is on the buffer and it saves considerable time. This tool is also handy for rejuvenating pads during buffing and quickly drying pads that have been hand washed. It is backed by a 1 year warranty on material and workmanship.